The Glass House
I thought I knew pain
I knew affliction.
The feeling laid stain,
Waves with conviction,
Scars used to retain.
Now each infliction,
feels like acid rain,
drops of restriction,
each one adding strain.
Fuel my addiction
Each hit, it hits slow,
Like prey in the night,
Leopard in the snow,
Peaceful coming to bite.
I am food, although
I have dreams of bright
Days, now they plateau.
Eat all of my spite.
Make me feel hollow.
Fill your appetite
The world wonders why do we weep, who knows
I know pain pities people with windows.
